Chapter 92: Just in Case (Patreon)

“Others are going to be so jealous that we came to Hawaii,” Felicia said with a gloating smile.

“Others?” Gwen asked, confused. “I had a feeling there might be someone else besides us. But ‘others’? As in plural? Now that’s news.”

“Of course there are others.” Felicia laughed. “With how big a player he is, that’s a given.”

I gave Felicia a blank stare.

“Fine,” Felicia said, raising her hands in mock apology. With a mischievous smile, she added, “A player with high standards.”

I rolled my eyes. “Aren’t you just indirectly praising yourself?”

“And me too,” Gwen chimed in.

Felicia and Gwen giggled.

As they giggled, I could feel the gazes directed at us intensify. They were filled with envy, occasional grudging respect for me, and mostly lust for the girls. But we kept walking, ignoring them.

As for why so many people were directing such intense emotions toward us? Because I was walking toward the beach with one girl on each arm, both wearing sexy bikinis. Felicia wore a black bikini, while Gwen wore a white one.

“Don’t worry about the others,” I said casually. “I’ll be going on a road trip with them this weekend.”

“That’s not fair.” Felicia pouted. “I wanna go on a road trip too.”

I shrugged. “There’s no more space in the car.”

“No more space?” Gwen asked, surprised. “How many of them are there?”

“Not many,” I said. From Gwen’s expression, however, it was obvious she didn’t believe me.

Once we reached the beach, we spread out a mat and sat side by side, with me in the middle.

Soon, both Felicia and Gwen went for a swim. I watched them for a few minutes, then got up to walk around and search for the real reason I had come to Hawaii.

Because of the Lifeline Tablet clusterfuck, the university canceled classes for the rest of the week. I planned to come here over the weekend, but the canceled classes pushed my schedule up. Likewise, the road trip planned for next weekend got moved up to this weekend.

I was mainly looking for a father-daughter surfing duo, but with so many surfers in the area, it wasn't easy. I had no choice but to use [Observe] on every beachgoer who matched the description. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find who I was looking for.

When I returned, I found Felicia and Gwen sunbathing on beach chairs, with three men already hovering around them.

Once I got close enough, I could hear their conversation.

"Come on, it’s just one drink. There's a bar right up the boardwalk," the taller guy with the backward cap said.

Gwen didn't even look up from her book. Her tone was sub-zero. "We said no. Three times now. Move along."

“Oof, brutal.” The guy in the neon tank chuckled, nudging his friend. He turned to Felicia and said, "Your friend’s a little defensive, huh? What about you, sunshine? You look like you actually know how to have a good time."

Felicia offered a polished smile. “Oh, I know how to have a fantastic time. Just usually with people who can read a room. You guys are super sweet for offering, truly, but as you’ve heard from my friend, we’re not interested. So why don’t you fuck off to wherever you came from?”

“How can we?” the guy in the backward cap persisted, stepping further into Gwen’s personal space. “Not when you’re sitting with empty glasses. Look, we’re harmless. Just three friendly guys trying to keep two pretty girls company.”

“And we’re two friendly girls who are deeply devoted to our quiet afternoon,” Felicia replied smoothly, her voice sweet even as her eyes sharpened. "There’s a whole beach full of people. I’m sure you’ll find someone who isn't aggressively ignoring you."

“You’re playing hard to get, aren’t you?” the third guy in sunglasses chimed in, stepping in and blocking the sun over Gwen. "It’s a beach, babe. Unwind a little."

Gwen finally snapped her book shut with a sharp crack. She turned her head, her face completely unreadable. "I am unwinding. Or I was, until three walking stereotypes decided to ignore basic English. Get lost."

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” The guy in the neon tank pulled a chair from a nearby table, turned it around, and straddled it. "No need to get hostile, princess. We’re just talking."

“We didn’t invite you to sit,” Felicia said, the smile finally dropping from her face. “You’re starting to cross some boundaries you really shouldn’t.”

“Make us leave, then.” The guy in the backward cap laughed, leaning even closer.

Cold fury settled over Felicia and Gwen’s faces. They were about to break their jaws when Felicia’s gaze suddenly landed on me. I had already arrived behind the guys.

The fury evaporated, and a mischievous smile appeared on her face. She sprang to her feet and came over to me. She hugged my arm tightly between her breasts and complained in an exaggerated whine, “Baaabe, they’re bullying us.”

Gwen chuckled, then flashed me a mischievous smile and moved to my other side. Like Felicia, she hugged my other arm between her breasts and said, “Baaabe, these dumb idiots are bothering your weak little girlfriends. You have to protect us.”

I looked from one to the other as they both gave me sweet smiles. My lips twitched. They could clearly handle the three men but decided to play instead.

The three guys, on the other hand, stared at us in disbelief.

“And you are?” the guy in the neon tank asked. He looked like he desperately wanted me to deny what he was thinking.

“Their boyfriend,” I said, my face expressionless.

“Bullshit,” the guy in the backward cap said. “There’s no way a plain-looking loser like you could bag not one but two baddies like them.”

“He’s just their shield,” the guy in the sunglasses scoffed. “Girls like them keep a few simps like him around to use as convenient shields.”

The guy with the backward cap stepped forward and flexed his biceps. “Why don’t you stop playing hard to get? There’s an exclusive beach party tonight. We can have some fun.” He glanced at me and added, “Of course, simps like him aren’t invited.”

The three of them burst out laughing.

Fortunately for them, we were in a public area; otherwise, all of them would’ve had bullet holes in their heads. However, there was an even better way than violence to handle guys like them.

I started laughing too. They stopped laughing abruptly.

“Are you mocking us, you loser?” the guy in the neon tank asked in a low voice.

“You call me a simp.” I kept laughing. “But can a simp do this?”

I gently pulled my arm from Felicia’s embrace. Then I pulled Gwen in and kissed her. My hands freely kneaded her butt as the kiss deepened. Several seconds later, I pulled back from Gwen and pulled Felicia in. She moaned into my mouth as I squeezed her ass too. After several seconds, I pulled away from her as well.

As expected, the three guys’ faces were red, both in anger and shame. Anger from the blatant humiliation, and shame because they were clearly aroused.

“I didn’t know alpha males like you liked watching,” I said with a smirk.

That seemed to hit a nerve as all three stepped toward me menacingly. As I considered how hard I could hit them while still calling it self-defense, a voice interrupted us.

“Kai, Keone, Makoa, are you guys bothering tourists again?”

We turned toward the voice and saw two people approaching, each carrying a surfboard: a middle-aged man and a young girl who looked no older than thirteen.

“Shit, Alaka’i,” the guy in the neon tank muttered under his breath.

“Why does he always have to stick his nose in our business?” the guy in the backward cap spat.

The guy in sunglasses forced a smile. “Alaka’i, what brings you here?”

“Makoa, you should take those off,” the girl said smugly, pointing at his shades. “You obviously can’t see the surfboards if you have to ask why we’re here.”

“Little brat,” Makoa muttered.

Alaka’i stepped forward, his voice stern. “What did I tell you about bothering the tourists? Why are you back at it?”

“But we weren’t bothering them at all,” Makoa said. “We just wanted to invite them to the beach party tonight.”

The three glanced at us, their expressions clearly saying, “Don’t you dare say anything.”

“Oh, really?” I said with a smile. The three guys’ jaws tightened. “Then why are my girlfriends saying you wouldn’t leave them alone? And as for the invitation, didn’t your buddy just say simps like me weren’t invited?”

The way they were glaring at me, if they’d had Superman’s laser eyes, they would’ve turned me into Swiss cheese.

They were about to say something, but stopped when they saw Alaka’i glaring at them.

“Whatever,” the guy in the neon tank said. “These stuck-up bitches aren’t worth it anyway.”

With that, the three of them left.

“Thanks for helping us,” I said with a smile. “Who knows what would’ve happened if you hadn’t intervened?”

Felicia and Gwen both smirked briefly before quickly hiding their amusement. Alaka’i, however, completely missed the joke.

“Of course,” Alaka’i said earnestly. “As locals, it’s our responsibility to help tourists.”

“And we are extremely thankful for that,” I said.

“Mister,” the little girl called out.

“Yeah?” I replied.

“Are you a rich man?” the little girl asked innocently.

“Alani,” Alaka’i said sharply.

“No, I’m a broke man,” I replied with a smile.

Alani looked thoughtful, then asked, “Then how come you got two pretty girlfriends like them?”

The smile froze on my face.

This little brat.

The father-daughter duo left after a bit of small talk.

Who knew the people I was looking for would walk up to me on their own?

Of the two, the father was nothing special; the daughter was the interesting one. She was Alani Ryan, a future mutant who would go by the codename Loa. She would join the Xavier Institute a few years later as one of its younger mutants. At the moment, she hadn’t awakened her mutant powers yet.

“Here, Kevin,” Gwen said, passing me an orange drink. “It’s POG juice. The bartender said it’s a local specialty.”

“Nice,” I said, taking a sip.

I looked at the drinks Felicia and Gwen were holding. Theirs looked similar. They had a creamy white layer at the bottom and a bright red one on top.

“Want a sip?” Gwen asked. “It’s called a Lava Flow. Another local specialty. It’s pretty fruity.”

“Is it alcoholic?” I asked.

“Yep,” Felicia replied.

Her expression made it obvious she already knew I would refuse. Even Gwen knew it; she had only asked to be polite. That was why they had gotten me a non-alcoholic drink and alcoholic ones for themselves.

“Forget it,” I said.

We spent the rest of the day messing around on the beach before returning to our resort in the evening. After a lavish dinner, we were back at the beach for a walk. However, Felicia didn’t come with us.

A while later, Felicia casually joined us. She gave me a slight nod, and I nodded back. We walked for a while longer before returning to our room at the resort.

Once we were back in the room, Felicia passed me an amulet.

“What’s so special about it?” Felicia asked. Gwen’s gaze was fixed on the amulet in my hand too.

I handed it back to her. “Wear it.”

She put on the amulet, then frowned in confusion. “I feel different.”

I smiled and pointed toward the bed frame. “Try picking it up.”

“What?” Felicia asked, surprised. “You mean Gwen, right?”

“Nope, I mean you,” I said.

Still skeptical, Felicia walked over to the bed frame. She slid both hands beneath it and lifted. Her eyes widened as she lifted it easily. Even with her F3 Strength, she shouldn’t have been able to lift a bed frame that easily, not even by one corner. Yet now she was lifting it with ease.

“Is that because of the amulet?” Gwen asked, incredulous.

“Yep,” I answered.

“You got this from Alani’s grandmother?” Gwen asked Felicia.

“Yeah, I grabbed it when she was sleeping,” Felicia said. “I thought it was just normal jewelry.”

I'd been keeping an eye on the father-daughter duo on the beach. Once they left, I asked Felicia to follow them and find out where they lived. After dinner, I sent Felicia out again to grab the amulet.

“It’s not just some random jewelry,” I said, holding up the amulet. “It’s the Atlantean Amulet, blessed by the kings of Atlantis. It gives its wearer the physiology of an average Atlantean, along with the ability to breathe underwater.”

Seeing the confusion on their faces, I continued. “Roughly a century ago, Namor dated a woman. He gave her this amulet. When they broke up, she gave it to her best friend, Alice Terrel—Alani’s grandmother.”

“That old woman is more than a century old?” Felicia exclaimed. “She barely looks like she’s in her late sixties, or early seventies at most.”

“Yeah, well, Atlantean physiology also comes with an extended lifespan,” I explained.

However, now that she no longer had the amulet, her abilities would fade. Since she had worn it for so long, the change wouldn’t be immediate, but it would happen. She would grow weaker, then finally die.

Oh well, she was already supposed to die in a few years. Might as well be a few years earlier.

Felicia took off the amulet, then tried to pick up the bed frame again. She still succeeded, but this time it took considerable effort. Nowhere near as easy as before.

She handed the amulet back to me.

Felicia and Gwen were smart enough to understand what losing the amulet meant for the old woman. As expected, neither said anything. In fact, neither of them seemed to care. I smiled internally.

I checked the amulet with the System.

Name: Atlantean Amulet

Description: An arcane relic blessed by the kings of Atlantis.

Effects:

Passive Skill: Atlantean Physiology: Raises Strength, Agility, Constitution, Endurance, and Vitality to a minimum of E1. Extends natural lifespan to 110–120 years.

Passive Skill: Underwater Breathing

I checked my status after wearing the amulet.

Name: Kevin Kolt

Rank: E2

Attributes:

Strength: E1

Agility: E1

Constitution: F3 (E1)

Endurance: E1

Vitality: E1

Intelligence: E1

Wisdom: E1

Perception: E1

Willpower: E2

Charisma: E3

Spirit: F1

Other than boosting my Constitution to E1, there wasn’t much change. But the stats weren't why I went through the hassle. I wanted the passive ability: breathing underwater freely. It was purely a precaution for the weekend trip—a backup plan I knew I wouldn't actually need. If everything went normally, I’d spend the entire trip on dry land without so much as dampening my socks.

[R-18 Start]

Once the business was done, the room went quiet in a different way.

Gwen didn’t wait. She pulled her dress over her head and dropped it without looking where it landed. Felicia was already on me, fingers at my belt, mouth on mine, kissing like she’d been holding it in all day. I backed her into the dresser. She made a small sound into my mouth and shoved her hand into my pants, wrapped around my cock, and stroked with a tight, knowing grip.

Gwen came in behind me and stripped my shirt off. Her mouth found the side of my neck. I turned my head and kissed her.

Felicia squeezed me and sighed against my mouth. “Kevin. Look at me.”

I did.

She stroked me slowly, watching my face. “You going to take us both?”

Gwen took off my pants, giving Felicia more room to stroke me.

Felicia gave a sultry smile and crouched on the balls of her feet, heels lifted, knees wide. She pulled my underwear down and freed my cock, painfully hard, right in front of her face. Her eyes locked on it.

“Look at me,” I commanded.

She tore her gaze away and looked at me with a needy expression. I grabbed the base of my cock and tapped the head against her lips.

“Open.”

She opened her mouth. I smeared the head across her tongue, then pushed in. Warm, wet, tight. She sealed her lips around me and started sucking just the tip, tongue working the underside.

“That’s it. Get it wet.”

Spit ran immediately. She pulled off just long enough to let a thick rope of spit fall onto my cock, then worked it down the shaft with both hands. She took the head back into her mouth, still only the tip, tongue stroking the underside. Drool slid down her chin and dripped onto her bikini.

“Fuck, look at you, Felicia. Already a mess,” Gwen said as she squatted beside Felicia in the same pose. She took a handful of Felicia’s hair and held her there. Then she pushed Felicia’s head forward as I fed her more. Inch by inch, my cock disappeared into her mouth until her throat closed around the head.

Tears spilled, mascara streaking her cheeks, but she didn’t gag.

“Take it. Relax your throat,” Gwen whispered in Felicia’s ear as her other hand found her snatch. She started fingering herself while still holding Felicia’s head.

Felicia tried. I pushed deeper anyway. Her nose mashed into my stomach. Her throat spasmed around me—swallowing, choking, pulling short, panicked breaths through her nose. Her hands went to her tits and cunt, working herself while she took it.

“Good girl. Stay,” I said in a low, soothing voice.

She stayed. Her eyes watered even more as spit bubbled out the corners of her mouth. I could feel every swallow. After a few seconds, Gwen pulled Felicia’s head back just enough for her to gasp.

“Again,” I ordered.

Neither complained. Gwen once again pushed her head in, forcing her to take me to the root in one go. Her throat opened, and I slid in until there was nothing left. She gagged this time. A thick, wet sound came out of her mouth, and more spit flooded down my balls.

“Yes. Choke on it.” Gwen held Felicia’s head tight, pinning her there. “This is your only role. All your holes are meant for your master’s cock.” She fingered herself harder as she said it.

I took Felicia’s head in both hands and started using her mouth. Slow at first, then I picked up the speed.

“You like having your throat stuffed? Answer me.” I pushed my cock down her throat.

She tried to say something around my cock and just gagged instead.

I laughed. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

I picked up the pace. Every time I bottomed out, her throat convulsed around me. She looked up at me the whole time, eyes glassy, mouth full.

“Don’t you dare fucking pull off,” I said, feeling the urge to come. I held it back. We were just getting started.

She didn’t. Even when she started making those desperate little choking noises, she stayed down, swallowing around me, letting me use her. I felt my cock twitch against the back of her throat, and she moaned through it, the vibration going straight up my spine.

I couldn’t hold it. “Swallow. Swallow everything.”

She tried and choked on it, but she kept her mouth sealed. Not a drop got out. I pulled out my cock with a wet pop.

Gwen caught Felicia’s chin and turned her face toward her. “Share some with me,” she said, and kissed her. Their tongues slid together, passing my cum between them. When they broke apart, a string of spit and cum hung between their lips. They opened their mouths and showed it on their tongues, then shut them and swallowed hard enough to hear. They opened again to show their empty mouths.

“Good girls.”

As if those words were the cue, both of them came hard at the same time. Their bodies shuddered as pleasure coursed through them.

Gwen licked my cock clean. Felicia stripped herself.

I picked Felicia up and threw her on the bed. She landed face-down, ass up, and looked back over her shoulder, wrecked and wanting. She reached back, spread her ass cheeks, and showed me her cunt. “Take me,” she begged.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I climbed onto the bed and sheathed myself to the root in one thrust.

“Fuck—yes—” she moaned as I drove against her G-spot.

I didn’t give her time to adjust. I started pounding her immediately, watching her ass ripple every time I slammed home.

Gwen knelt beside me, smiling, and cooed into my ear in a low voice. “That’s it. Give it to her. She can take it harder than that.”

I listened. I gripped Felicia’s hips tighter and fucked her harder. The wet slaps of skin filled the room. Felicia tried to balance on her forearms but failed and fell face-first onto the mattress again.

“Look at her,” Gwen said. “Taking every inch like a good girl. Don’t you dare slow down.”

I didn’t. I reached forward, grabbed a fistful of Felicia’s hair, and yanked her head back until her back bowed. She cried out, pain and pleasure together.

“You like that?” I growled at her.

“Yes—fuck—don’t stop—harder—harder—”

Gwen leaned in closer. Her hand slid down my lower back, then lower, just resting there while I kept driving into Felicia.

“Deeper,” Gwen whispered. “She wants it in her stomach. You can feel it. Keep going.”

I slammed in to the hilt. Felicia whimpered, thighs shaking.

“Tell him how it feels,” Gwen commanded.

“It’s so fucking deep—god—you’re stretching me—”

I slapped Felicia’s ass hard enough to leave a mark. She yelped and pushed back onto me anyway.

“Good,” Gwen murmured. “She likes it when you’re rough. Look how wet she is. You’re making a mess of her.”

Gwen reached out and stroked Felicia’s hair, almost tenderly, while I was wrecking her from behind.

“That’s my girl. Take that cock. Let him use you,” Gwen whispered in Felicia’s ear.

Gwen looked back at me. “Don’t you come yet. She hasn’t earned it. Fuck her until she’s shaking.”

I gritted my teeth and kept going. Felicia was moaning constantly now, her words breaking apart.

“Please—harder—I’m gonna—”

“Not yet,” Gwen cooed. “Hold it. Let him have you a little longer.”

Gwen gasped as I pushed two fingers into her pussy. “Aren’t you talking too much?”

Gwen smiled through the gasp, dropped to all fours, and pushed her ass back onto my fingers. She looked over her shoulder. “It’s all yours. Use it however you want.”

That undid my restraint. I hammered Felicia’s G-spot, and she came apart—clenching hard, crying into the sheets. I didn’t stop. I fucked her through it, through the aftershocks, until she was limp and gasping.

“Now she’s earned it,” Gwen said, gasping between breaths. “Now finish in her. Fill her up.”

I grabbed both hips, slammed in as deep as I could, and came hard, pulsing inside her.

“That’s it. Give it all to her. Don’t pull out,” Gwen whispered. I could feel her tightening around my fingers. She was close too.

I stayed buried until I was done, breathing hard, still holding Felicia in place. Gwen leaned back and kissed my shoulder. “Beautiful,” she murmured. “You used her perfectly.”

She pulled my cock out of Felicia’s cunt and guided it to her own. She looked at me with half-lidded eyes and whispered, “Now use me.”

I smiled and lined my cock against her cunt.

The night was still young.

[R-18 End]

I yawned as I woke up the next morning. Felicia was sleeping naked beside me, a thin blanket covering her form. I looked around and found Gwen on the balcony, talking on the phone.

“What happened?” I asked as Gwen came inside, looking angry.

“That idiot Spider-Man,” Gwen said through gritted teeth.

“What did he do?” I asked, laughing.

She sighed. “You know how he’s been all over the news lately? Everyone thought he ran away with the clay tablet.”

“Yep,” I said. J. Jonah Jameson had looked especially smug on the news while going on about how right he’d been about the masked menaces.

“Last night, he came to my dad and gave him the tablet,” she said. “He said he recovered it from Kingpin. The only reason it looked like he ran away with it was that the cops shot at him before giving him any chance to explain himself. And since he was afraid to walk into a precinct, he brought it to Dad at our house instead.”

“Then isn’t that good?” Felicia asked groggily. She sat up and said, “The cops got the tablet.”

Gwen looked guilty. “Sorry, Felicia. I woke you up.”

Felicia waved her hand. “No worries. So what happened?”

Gwen continued, “That would’ve been fine if the story ended there. But then the cops managed to be even bigger idiots than Spider-Man.”

“What? How?” Felicia asked, confused.

“They wanted a win,” I said, chuckling.

Gwen nodded. “Exactly. Dad said they were under pressure. So as soon as Dad reported that he had the tablet, they announced to the media that they’d recovered it.”

Felicia looked like she finally understood where the story was going. “And someone took advantage of that?”

“Yes,” Gwen said, sighing again. “A patrol car was sent to our house to retrieve the tablet. On the way back, Shocker attacked the patrol car. He stole the tablet and escaped.”

Felicia and I burst out laughing.

Gwen pouted. “I’m just grateful that he attacked the patrol car and not our house. If Shocker had come to our house instead, Dad could’ve gotten hurt because of that idiot Spider-Man.”

I pulled her in and gave her a gentle kiss to calm her down. “At least he didn’t get hurt. As for Spider-Man and Shocker, you can just beat them up later when you find ‘em.”

“Fine.” Gwen nodded shyly.

“Funny. You weren’t this shy last night,” Felicia teased.

Gwen’s face turned redder. She huffed. “Let’s go eat breakfast. We still have a flight to catch.”

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[Author’s Notes]

Would you have taken the Atlantean Amulet knowing what losing it would eventually do to Alice?

And what do you think Kevin is preparing for on the weekend trip?